Facing the breeze, facing the sun, and looking at the clouds, the mood immediately relaxed expand t

With his arms open and bathing in the warm breeze, he turned to face the rising sun and looked up at the changing clouds, and his depressed mood immediately relaxed like putting down a big stone.

Feeling the warm breeze, facing the rising sun, and looking at the faint clouds, my mood immediately relaxed.

Lovely spring.

After the hot summer, the bleak autumn, the cold winter, spring finally came, stepping on the same footsteps, it put on a green coat.

At the edge of the pond, frogs that had slept all winter jumped into the water and played. By the pond, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms compete for beauty, and a pair of butterflies dance among the flowers. Flocks of swallows flew back, flying freely under the blue sky and white clouds.

All around are green, maybe it was awakened by the spring breeze, and even the bamboo leaves were dressed in green clothes and "brushed" in the wind. The bamboo shoot was also lonely, and it wanted to come out to breathe, peel off the layers of clothing, and a force that broke through the darkness spread all over its body.

Go to the distant mountains to go green, and the mountains in the distance are rolling and become green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground, and it was tender and green. The fat little leaves are like fat dolls who have just woken up.

This patch, that cluster, dotted the steep slopes. The trees on the hillside are also quietly pulling out new branches and sprouting new shoots like grass. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree.

The small yellow leaves are like the petals on the top. The poplars bloomed, and these flowers were purple red in bunches. It's funny that it's covered with very soft little hair, like a caterpillar.

The rhododendrons on the mountains and fields are either budding and waiting to be released, or they are blooming gorgeously, and the red ones are like a fire, and they are gorgeous. All sorts of wildflowers also woke up, only to see them stretching their waists, raising their heads, and scrambling to be the first to indulge in their ......, red, yellow, blue, white, and purpleIt's really colorful and colorful. Although these flowers are not precious, they decorate this youthful meadow with their own little gestures, and selflessly dedicate everything they have to the earth.

Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, buzzing and busy collecting honey; The colorful butterflies also danced in pairs.

In the early morning, I stepped on the path to see the dewdropping flowers, the tears falling from the clouds, and the early morning birds, gently falling on the small flowers, dripping onto the grass, caressing the back of the stones, and sliding over every leaf on the tall trees, but I found that the one nestled on the first blooming flower was the most brilliant. Facing the breeze, facing the sun, and looking at the clouds, my mood immediately relaxed.

The solid soil is no longer silent, and the peasant uncle is a harrow and a plow, composing a song of labor on it.

Walk into the world of fog, let the thin water strands stick to the ends of your hair, wet your clothes and pants, so that a heart full of innocence. Finally, with the wind and the sun, the fog disappeared in shame, and there was no time to say goodbye.

Spring is coming, and every corner of the earth is filled with the breath of spring. The campus is full of bright spring scenes. The grass came out with the scent of earth, and the clumps, clumps, and green flowers stretched their waists, yawned, and poked their little heads out; The students all took off their bulky winter clothes and changed into light and bright spring clothes; The birds flew out of their homes and sang beautiful songs and told us:

Spring is coming! What a lovely spring!

In the early morning, I stood in the forest, with the breeze, and the water for the snack changed from calm to fluctuating, as if to tell me her complicated feelings. Facing the sun, the sun gradually escaped from the embrace of Mother Earth, it wanted to be free, although he already knew that he would always return to his mother's arms, but it was still racing against time to enjoy this temporary freedom. Looking at the clouds, my heart seemed to be free.

I don't know how, but my mood immediately relaxed. I realized that freedom is where I aspire.